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Post by goodshot (FGS) on Nov 18, 2014 13:46:38 GMT 1
Laike (never knew how to spell it)- play Chumping - gathering of firewood for bonfire night Great fun, particularly when you nicked it from another bonfire. My friends always had a bonfire at the rec near the south end of Eldon Road, one night the gang from Lumb's Field came and nicked a lot of our stuff. We were heavily outnumbered and could only stand and watch. Then we wised up and nicked a lot, including an old couch one night and an old armchair the next night, from a bonfire near Glebe Street. We hid them down Lawrence Road and the parents who came looking for it never found it as we had covered them with branches. Bringing parents in was a definite no, no and they were despised by all and sundry after that. When we wanted to take it to our bonfire it was a heck of a job as they were both heavy pieces and had been hidden at the bottom of a steep slope. It turned out that they both burned down the to the wire in about two minutes so it was hardly worth the effort. It was all great fun nontheless. This must have been about 1953.
We were still doing that well in to the 60's. Chumping was hacking down trees or whatever would burn and bringing it back to the bonfire site. Raiding - was knicking it off other bonfires.
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Post by goodshot (FGS) on Nov 18, 2014 13:51:49 GMT 1
"Leck" - our west yorkshire version of laik (which I always think of as S Yorks language)-- we used to call on our mates and ask if they were "leckin' football" "Kick t'can and 'oppit" -- that was a great game "Nackle" -- still use it now, the best phrase for mending / fixing / repairing stuff Soggy -- our nick name for lads who were 'heavy' and crap at football -- from the short lived TV show that we all loved called Striker... anyone remember that? We used to laik out in Heckmondwike not leck out. We did play a lot of "Kick t'can and hookit" though. I still Nackle in the shed.
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Post by 3Pipe on Nov 18, 2014 16:34:00 GMT 1
Laik and leck is OK.
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Post by conman on Nov 18, 2014 17:13:22 GMT 1
Bazooka Joe, was a dentists delight that stuff..
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Post by davidpgowinghtafc on Nov 18, 2014 18:48:52 GMT 1
Great fun, particularly when you nicked it from another bonfire. My friends always had a bonfire at the rec near the south end of Eldon Road, one night the gang from Lumb's Field came and nicked a lot of our stuff. We were heavily outnumbered and could only stand and watch. Then we wised up and nicked a lot, including an old couch one night and an old armchair the next night, from a bonfire near Glebe Street. We hid them down Lawrence Road and the parents who came looking for it never found it as we had covered them with branches. Bringing parents in was a definite no, no and they were despised by all and sundry after that. When we wanted to take it to our bonfire it was a heck of a job as they were both heavy pieces and had been hidden at the bottom of a steep slope. It turned out that they both burned down the to the wire in about two minutes so it was hardly worth the effort. It was all great fun nontheless. This must have been about 1953. Is this the reason you ended up in Canada? You were deported... Actually if Canada knew about I probably would not have been allowed in!
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Post by davidpgowinghtafc on Nov 18, 2014 18:51:07 GMT 1
Great fun, particularly when you nicked it from another bonfire. My friends always had a bonfire at the rec near the south end of Eldon Road, one night the gang from Lumb's Field came and nicked a lot of our stuff. We were heavily outnumbered and could only stand and watch. Then we wised up and nicked a lot, including an old couch one night and an old armchair the next night, from a bonfire near Glebe Street. We hid them down Lawrence Road and the parents who came looking for it never found it as we had covered them with branches. Bringing parents in was a definite no, no and they were despised by all and sundry after that. When we wanted to take it to our bonfire it was a heck of a job as they were both heavy pieces and had been hidden at the bottom of a steep slope. It turned out that they both burned down the to the wire in about two minutes so it was hardly worth the effort. It was all great fun nontheless. This must have been about 1953.
We were still doing that well in to the 60's. Chumping was hacking down trees or whatever would burn and bringing it back to the bonfire site. Raiding - was knicking it off other bonfires. "Raiding" - you are correct. I had forgotten that, thanks for reminding me.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2014 20:12:15 GMT 1
I remember hiding our centre pole under hedges and grass so it didn't get raided. Early 70's.
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Post by goodshot (FGS) on Nov 18, 2014 20:44:13 GMT 1
We had guards out each night. Our weapon of choice was a 3-2-1-zero fizz first down a bike pump barrel followed by a marble or ball bearing.
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Post by otium (EPBS) on Nov 18, 2014 20:45:24 GMT 1
...... or art fo t'neet wi a fit bewer ? A bewer was a derogatory term...like a brass.
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Post by otium (EPBS) on Nov 18, 2014 20:52:25 GMT 1
Laike (never knew how to spell it)- play Chumping - gathering of firewood for bonfire night Great fun, particularly when you nicked it from another bonfire. My friends always had a bonfire at the rec near the south end of Eldon Road, one night the gang from Lumb's Field came and nicked a lot of our stuff. We were heavily outnumbered and could only stand and watch. Then we wised up and nicked a lot, including an old couch one night and an old armchair the next night, from a bonfire near Glebe Street. We hid them down Lawrence Road and the parents who came looking for it never found it as we had covered them with branches. Bringing parents in was a definite no, no and they were despised by all and sundry after that. When we wanted to take it to our bonfire it was a heck of a job as they were both heavy pieces and had been hidden at the bottom of a steep slope. It turned out that they both burned down the to the wire in about two minutes so it was hardly worth the effort. It was all great fun nontheless. This must have been about 1953. 1975...Helme. I got my gang to help me nick a big pair of double oak gates from a mini-mansion. We smashed them to splinters and hid them right at the bottom of a 20 foot pile of wood. It seemed miles from our bonfire but in reality we were 300 yards away! The cops came, i got grassed up and me, my Dad and another fella spent a weekend making new oak gates and hanging them!! I used to climb into Standards and raid the tip, samples, rejects. There was a hole in the ground 50 foot deep. I built the biggest "Genies" in Christendom. Lost my eyebrows several times.
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Post by otium (EPBS) on Nov 18, 2014 20:55:52 GMT 1
Random sayings from my youth: 'Now you're ossin' - now you're trying hard. 'Brussen' - meant lucky in a fluky way, like scoring a goal with a misskick. 'A good screw' in my day meant a good wage or salary. 'Leet geen' = light given - meaning the person was daft. 'Lazy wind' was a bitterly cold wind that did not go around you but went right through you leaving you freezing cold. 'Daft as a brush' or 'as thick as two short planks' meant the same thing someone who was a dimwit or in pre PC days a bit of a moron. In the old days cars used to have semaphore signals for left left/right turns. They were known as 'wanking spanners'. They would often get stuck and both would be sticking out so you had no clue as to which way the driver was going to turn. I'm 75 so if I am not strictly PC then frankly I don't give a monkey's! As i recall... Hossing yourself, working like a horse...doing something. Brussen was brazen, full of yer' sen. Screwing it, fiddling, cheating, getting more than you should have. An easy number. Leek geen, a womaniser, a horny fella? A man who chased young girls? Daft as brush..or a walling hammer.
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Post by otium (EPBS) on Nov 18, 2014 20:57:24 GMT 1
Att laika..Norse for "to play"...became to lark about, to play.
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Post by otium (EPBS) on Nov 18, 2014 21:00:17 GMT 1
Knacked....broken.
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Post by davidpgowinghtafc on Nov 19, 2014 0:27:51 GMT 1
There seem to be variations of 'Leet Geen'.
I have to say it was my boss in Halifax who used it in the way of 'light given' = daft.
I hasten to add he did not use it about me! (Lest some bright spark might just think that).
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Post by davidpgowinghtafc on Nov 19, 2014 0:31:26 GMT 1
Interesting that this thread which is nowt about HTAFC ranks in 4th place on Page 1, at the time of this post, in the number of views.
It just goes to show that it is not always necessary to move such threads to 'Off Topic'.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2014 1:23:02 GMT 1
Good thread.
Reminded me of a couple.
Shut yer trap - shut up
When ever I asked what was for tea, my mom would tell me "whatever you can find with your eyes shut".
One of the strange things we used to do as kids was make tunnels using the bags of compost that were stored in the green head park maintenance area on trinity street.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2014 10:18:22 GMT 1
Mad as a box of frogs.
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Post by Beech's Nuts on Nov 19, 2014 16:25:04 GMT 1
Random sayings from my youth: 'Now you're ossin' - now you're trying hard. 'Brussen' - meant lucky in a fluky way, like scoring a goal with a misskick. 'A good screw' in my day meant a good wage or salary. 'Leet geen' = light given - meaning the person was daft. 'Lazy wind' was a bitterly cold wind that did not go around you but went right through you leaving you freezing cold. 'Daft as a brush' or 'as thick as two short planks' meant the same thing someone who was a dimwit or in pre PC days a bit of a moron. In the old days cars used to have semaphore signals for left left/right turns. They were known as 'wanking spanners'. They would often get stuck and both would be sticking out so you had no clue as to which way the driver was going to turn. I'm 75 so if I am not strictly PC then frankly I don't give a monkey's! As i recall... Hossing yourself, working like a horse...doing something. Brussen was brazen, full of yer' sen. Screwing it, fiddling, cheating, getting more than you should have. An easy number. Leek geen, a womaniser, a horny fella? A man who chased young girls? Daft as brush..or a walling hammer. As in the simile 'Leek geen as a (yowlin?) cat.
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Post by Solid Snake on Nov 19, 2014 17:39:37 GMT 1
"Can I play?" " Don't know, not my ball mate"
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Post by trailingleg on Nov 19, 2014 17:41:43 GMT 1
'Thoyle' as in something you can afford but wont buy because you don't regard it as being value for money eg. 'I like that Town replica shirt but I can't thoyle it at that price.' Don't think there's an equivalent word in the English dictionary.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2014 17:55:32 GMT 1
'Thoyle' as in something you can afford but wont buy because you don't regard it as being value for money eg. 'I like that Town replica shirt but I can't thoyle it at that price.' Don't think there's an equivalent word in the English dictionary. My wife's grandfather uses that; had me mystified when I first heard it. Like most of these words it's Norse.
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Post by 3Pipe on Nov 19, 2014 17:57:34 GMT 1
Brilliant!
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Post by Beech's Nuts on Nov 19, 2014 17:59:32 GMT 1
'Thoyle' as in something you can afford but wont buy because you don't regard it as being value for money eg. 'I like that Town replica shirt but I can't thoyle it at that price.' Don't think there's an equivalent word in the English dictionary. In Wiktionary as thoil. link
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2014 18:06:21 GMT 1
Another good Norse one we use is "sile" for heavy rain. In Norwegian and Swedish a sile is a type of filter or strainer, so it's some sort of allusion to those gloopy water drops running out of a filter. Quite an evocative metaphor embedded in the slang term.
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Post by otium (EPBS) on Nov 19, 2014 19:05:39 GMT 1
'Thoyle' as in something you can afford but wont buy because you don't regard it as being value for money eg. 'I like that Town replica shirt but I can't thoyle it at that price.' Don't think there's an equivalent word in the English dictionary. My wife's grandfather uses that; had me mystified when I first heard it. Like most of these words it's Norse. Talamod in Swedish is to have patience. Literally "tolerate/bare mood". The link with Scandanavian and the Yorkshire dialect is remarkable. "Keep your neb out"...neb being a birds beak for example. My Mother always pronounced "water" as "wahter"....German and Norse pronunciation....and phonetically correct!
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Post by Doc Halladay 32 on Nov 19, 2014 19:16:01 GMT 1
My wife's grandfather uses that; had me mystified when I first heard it. Like most of these words it's Norse. Talamod in Swedish is to have patience. Literally "tolerate/bare mood". The link with Scandanavian and the Yorkshire dialect is remarkable. "Keep your neb out"...neb being a birds beak for example. My Mother always pronounced "water" as "wahter"....German and Norse pronunciation....and phonetically correct! Given the Viking influence in the area and 2 centuries of rule. I don't think it's remarkable, I think understandable is more appropriate. similarities link
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2014 19:18:57 GMT 1
My wife's grandfather uses that; had me mystified when I first heard it. Like most of these words it's Norse. Talamod in Swedish is to have patience. Literally "tolerate/bare mood". The link with Scandanavian and the Yorkshire dialect is remarkable. "Keep your neb out"...neb being a birds beak for example. My Mother always pronounced "water" as "wahter"....German and Norse pronunciation....and phonetically correct! Yep. I can't really stand the retrospective redrawing of the Vikings as cuddly yeomen farmers - they were rapacious bastards - but they certainly settled a huge portion of northern England. Beyond simple vocab, there's some linguists who think it was the Norse and the Anglo-Saxons living side by side that encouraged Old English to develop without genders, barely any cases and a simplified verb system. As a result, it's probable that English developed in Yorkshire and Lincolnshire - food for thought when some Norman-influenced London snob seeks to correct our language. I work with builders quite a lot who seem to keep some grand old Norse words alive - happen, lig out, fettle (as in clean), flit (to move house), greet (to cry.) I know one bloke for whom the past tense of sell is "selt." Ey up is pretty clearly related to the modern Swedish for "look out."
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Post by otium (EPBS) on Nov 19, 2014 19:55:11 GMT 1
Talamod in Swedish is to have patience. Literally "tolerate/bare mood". The link with Scandanavian and the Yorkshire dialect is remarkable. "Keep your neb out"...neb being a birds beak for example. My Mother always pronounced "water" as "wahter"....German and Norse pronunciation....and phonetically correct! Given the Viking influence in the area and 2 centuries of rule. I don't think it's remarkable, I think understandable is more appropriate. similarities linkYou are right of course. I did not mean remarkable as in surprising, just something to comment on. Danish was often interwoven with English (of course not called English then) from the time when we were 7 kingdoms. I forget which King finally accepted English instead of French, was it Henry II? As for Vikings only being barbarians...not so although raiding parties came for hundreds of years. Thousands settled, farmed, integrated.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2014 20:13:37 GMT 1
Given the Viking influence in the area and 2 centuries of rule. I don't think it's remarkable, I think understandable is more appropriate. similarities linkYou are right of course. I did not mean remarkable as in surprising, just something to comment on. Danish was often interwoven with English (of course not called English then) from the time when we were 7 kingdoms. I forget which King finally accepted English instead of French, was it Henry II? As for Vikings only being barbarians...not so although raiding parties came for hundreds of years. Thousands settled, farmed, integrated. One amusing example of this is the new Norman rulers co-opting the term Jarl or Earl from the Danes for the title of a senior noble. The continental equivalent in the feudal system is Count - but the pesky peasantry kept calling the big cheese in the castle the "c***," so the alternative was needed. The Norse do suffer from a bit of a poor PR campaign - raiding literate Christian monks means there tends to be plenty of records condemning them and few from their perspective. At the same time we shouldn't underestimate what a terrible scourge they were - archaeologists find more 8th-10th Century English coinage in Scandinavia than in England, such was the relentless amount of tribute demanded. They did eventually settle of course - there's more blonde haired people on the Yorkshire coast than anywhere in the British Isles (that's the map below.) That was after a century and a half of constant pillage, and integration then consisted of making thralls from most of the locals.
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Post by 3Pipe on Nov 19, 2014 20:30:29 GMT 1
The thread that keeps on giving. Thumbs up to all.
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